Gowanda Central School - Valley Bugle Yearbook (Gowanda, NY)

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28 THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL C .. 5 JUNIOR CLASS The Value of Common Things l.ite is what we make it. No matter how much we have, or how little, we should malte use of it to the hest of our ahility. lt is true that many have heen much more fortun- ate in many ways than we, hut nevertheless, it is wrong for us to desire what :mother has or to envy him. We were put here on this earth to sh-are the joys and sorrows of life, and we shall gain nothing hy heing remorseful. The glitter and gleam, which portend to make a life of luxury and sophistication, are merely an external shell, for this glitter and Sheen soon tarnishes and turns dull. After all, the incidents ot' life of true value are the love of your fellowmen, the love of gentleness, and the love of nature. People, who accept life as it comes, are the people who are happy. We should he thankful to live among the heautiful things of nature, which God has placed here on this earth, just for us. ln the spring, there are the llowers peeping their tiny heads through the soil, the trees hursting forth into hloom. Later in the season, the llowers, those exquisite hlossoms of wonderment and mystery, burst into their lovely hlooms of lmrightest hue. 'l'hen in the fall comes that season of autumn, when the leaves are tinged with gorgeous and llamhoyant colors, later to fall to the ground and die. liven Win- ter, though somewhat somhre, has a certain, quiet loveliness. All these things are put here for a purpose, and that purpose is for us to love and enjoy them. After all, life is what we make it, however humhle and lowly our environments may he. The common things in life are the worthy things, the lovely things, the desirable things. MARION Correa

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL 27 planned to leave it for Buffalo Normal in September, was the efficient secretary of Prof. Horace Lo Grasso. The three representatives of Bryant-Stratton, Mabel Steinfatt, Isabel Dutton and Reese Rogers were made clerks in Palcic's Bank. Harry 'Green of Iowa State thought the forest on our island should be conserved and therefore appointed himself forest ranger. He trailed the others around and saw to it that they put out their picnic fires. Kenneth George from Haskell, Kansas and Josephine Bunk from Simmon's College, Boston, were running a paper. Isabel Beaver of the University of Buffalo and Catherine Wells, who had been studying at Lima, had each written several books since they landed on the island. Eunice Lay from Haskell, Kansas, had recorded the activities of the class since the M1LL1GAN had been dashed to pieces by the rocks. Katherine Willcox, who had been at St. Mary's, Burlington, New jersey, and Charles Gradisher of Northwestern University had written three books of poetry each. Mary Dorothy Welch of Cornell started a library where their books would be available to all. Their books were published by the George and Bunk Publishing Com- pany, who also printed the PLEASANT ISLAND NEWS. Of course, just as things began to run smoothly and no one cared if he did have to re- main forever, a ship was sighted. A fire was built and after the cooks had waved red tablecloths for ten minutes the ship saw them. The ship turned out to be the HCHOJNAKIU which had been sent to see if there had been any survivors from the MILLIGAN. In a short time the Senior Class of '29 was aboard the ship waving farewell to Pleasant Island. All were delighted to arrive in Gowanda but they intend to return for a short visit to their island some time in the future. G H S DOROTHY TOWNSEND - DOCTORS OF PHILOSOPHY L. Bentley flazilyj. When writing compositions make them short but sweet. A. Cheplo fsleepilyj. Somtimes when Icome home at the break o' day, I hear the birds sing, Tweet, tweet, tweet . It is glorious. It is grand. G. Glair ,fwith a far away look in his eyej. A girl used to be a preserving sweet, but now she is a sour pickle. E. Palcic flooking glumj. Ah! This younger generation is going to the dogs. Ray Baldwin Qvery mournfullyj, Alas! It is the end. The earth is slowing down a second every hundred years. ' C. Davies fso soberlyl. Teachers are all fickle. J. Mentley fdisgustedlyj. I came, I saw, but I don't seem able to do it. R. Kosmala fgrinningj. Girls, girls, I can see thru your paint. D. John Qlooking out of the windowj. All good men have spring fever. L.. Sherman fwith his chin on the palm of his handj. Chemistry is experiment, so is everything else. J. MacGuire fafter finishing a Physics lecturej. And so, Physics tells why automo- biles Hop when going around curves and why we break our necks when we slip on icy sidewalks. IV. CHMIEL --- c. H. s. T BELIEVE IT OR NOT-BUT: Clarence Hatfield has a flame all his own. Lester Andres say that Dewey's flagship is to be preserved-in alcohol. Mr. Baldwin smokes a pipe. Shorthand and History C mix very nicely. The Earth is going too fast around the Sun for comfort according to G. Glair. Buddy Benton has flaming red hair but is growing a black moustachio. Caesar built a ditch six feet deep and sixteen miles long in the third watch. Mr. Wilbur while on a vacation tour thru the VVest threw a mean lasso in a cowboy rodeo. . Many Latin students like Latin. Mr. Wilbur to G. Glair-You talk so loud that I can hear the microbes gnashing their teeth. W .C.

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Q THE. VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL 29 W 1 0 T From Across the Way U The movin' van has gone away And left the house across the way. The fur-ni--ture is in the yard, And everyone is working hard. The baby cries 'cuz he cannot play In the movin' van that's gone away. Aw, gosh, I can't write a poem! I'm going fishing, Sis! Tell ma when she comes home. The door banged as the clever little pessimist shouldered his fishing rod. Poetry's silly, and gosh, if they'd give y' somethin' to write on! But Sis was not listening. She was reading a letter. This always took her away from the world. Pete guessed he wouldn't say any more about poetry. Better go while the goin's good. Skins' waitin' down by the cave. The cave reached and Skin found, the fishing trip was resumed. Say, Pete, my highbrow bub's just got a letter. Huh! letter? Does he know it? Sa-ay, if he did, well, he'd lose his job I guess. D'ye' think old Br0wn's gonna keep a love-sigk dude in his office after, well, after he's found out he's love-sick and is gettin' etters. Guess not. Sis got a letter, too. Did she? Yep, got a letter and, Gee-jiminy! Wait a minit, Skin. She had some apple pie in the l. ' Pete's voice was lost in the distance. Skin sat down to reflect. Apple pie! Gosh, I didn't think Pete's sister knew that much. How d' y' s'pose she hap- pened to think--to--to be stuck with the ideer that fellers like apple pie: while they're fish- ing? And how d'y' s'pose she thought of it before that letter came? Bet she-gee! Hope she put some cheese in the pack, too. I-Iere'5 Pete! Germz'n' micraphonge! He must'a eat it. Pete panted along the path. Sa-ay, you-you! What'd you wanta tell me she had pie in your knapsack for? Betcha you had a letter yourself, you. G'wan, Skin, I oney said jinney had a pie in the oven and I didn't wanna spoil it 'cuz- 'cuz-well, never mind 'cuz why! 'Cuz why, Pete? Nope, I ain't a gonna say. Aw, Pete, I'se alaz been your pal! I shoulda' got mad about the pie but if you'll say 'cuz why- ? Nope, that's my bizness. If I wanna have a good pie when Mary-well-never mind who's comin' to sup-, never mind. Aw shut up! The boys were pals and when Pete said Shut up, he meant clam closed. Pete fur- nished the food for the hikes and what he said always went like money with Skin. On the return, they again talked of home. Pete, d'y' s'pose these fish'd keep 'till 'morrer? You can-- No! If John can't cook 'em I Will. Gee, maybe Mom or 'linney'd cook 'em for you. Say, do you know-? You don't know why I'n1 glad I got two fish, d'y'? No, I guess not. It's just the same as 'cuz why. H 14 7